Too Much of Green

Some days pass just like that, staring outside the window, looking at the rain washing the dirt from the leaves. Things are so green everywhere, so much green that you wish there were some other colors around. You wish the sky would not be this dull, cloudy grey. You wish you could see the sun at least once. Maybe you were from a place where it seldom rained. And when it did, you would enjoy the beauty of it, you would like getting wet in the fresh showers that calmed the hot, parched earth underneath.

And then, somehow things changed. The rain starts and does not cease. The hot soil initially smiles with subtle thanks. Slowly the grasses grow and cover the land, all the brown around. The rain drips on and on from the expressionless sky. The dried, sick leaves turn brand-new green again. Water clogs the roads and streets. People walk with umbrellas and try to avoid going out as much as possible. Those that can not are drenched sick, hardly enjoying any more of the rain. Mould and fungus cover the damp buildings and fallen tree-trunks. It’s all green, like some zombie alien movie.

Almost like life, when there is too much of everything. Everything is in so much excess that you want to throw up. You want to see something different from your window, and all you can see is the monotonous repetition of daily chores. An emptiness creeps within you. You start hating what you have liked always. You do not know what to do anymore. You want to do something, but you just have no idea. You want to concentrate on things, and you can not. You want to go back into the past, fall back into the memories, but are afraid of excavating something, not necessarily sad. Sometimes happiness can become too much and make you numb. You need to take some step to come out of your hibernation, but can not understand what you should do, what you will feel like doing.

Things can get complicated in so little a time, and you can’t even point out what is wrong.